A/N: I'm in the middle of season four, and I need some serious fluffy pick me ups. It's KILLING me. So... I'm taking out my anger in this chapter. ENJOY THE FLUFF GUYS. ENJOY IT! My latest Marvey fic was not helping me :'( but this one..;) lol hope you enjoy!:*

Harvey was going to be let out in a few hours, and time was passing slowly. Mike couldn't help but worry. The doctor said he'd be fine; it was only a minor heart attack, there was no real damage and that he just needed to take it easy for a while. But Mike was on the edge of a panic attack. He was scared that without the doctors and nurses at arm's reach, something would happen. He knew better, but worry took him over anyway.

At the moment, Harvey was still tucked up beside him, although they were both now in a seated position, having moved the top part of the bed up so that they didn't have to stare at the ceiling. Mike's hand was in Harvey's lap, still holding onto his hand – his boss' head tucked safely under his chin - and the other was trying to rub away a headache. Stress was going to be the death of him – whether it was his stress or Harvey's.

A gentle knock at the door alerted him that they were not alone. He was embarrassed about the seemingly compromising position he was in, everyone had seen them cuddling – for lack of better word – already. Everyone except...

"Rachel," Mike said in greeting, suddenly awkwardly aware of what she was looking at.

"Hey..." She smiled slightly, eyes taking in how her boyfriend's hand was wrapped securely around someone else's. Someone that wasn't hers. And just happened to be his boss... who he spent many late hours at work with... and... she shook her head, letting her alarm leave her. It was a tough time. Emotions were running high. She should feel proud that her man was man enough to sit with another man like this and comfort him. "How are you?" She asked quietly as to not disturb the sleeping patient.

"He's going home in a few hours; I'm probably going to stay the night. I think Donna will stay with him tomorrow, I'm not sure."

She nodded in response. "Sure, I get it. He shouldn't be alone." She pursed her lips. "But I wanted to know how you are."

Mike tipped his head back to look at the ceiling. "I'm fine. I got a couple days off work, rested up; I'm good to go again."

Rachel shook her head, smiling at how brave he was. "Define rest."

He chuckled under his breath, turning back to look at her.

"Here," she put a bag down on the floor. "Donna grabbed some clothes from his apartment, she's grabbing some groceries right now so he doesn't starve."

Mike nodded in thanks. They didn't talk after that. They just took solace in each other's company. Time passed, and eventually she had to leave, leaving Mike to tend to a suddenly very away Harvey...

"Well that was awkward." The man said, shifting into a better position.

"Tell me you weren't awake."

"How are you, Mike?" He teased. "Stressed? Worried about little ol' me?" He grinned. "So we're having a sleepover tonight?"

Mike rolled his eyes. "No, no, and yes. To celebrate the release of Harvey Specter."

Harvey contemplated this. "I happen to remember someone mentioning putting out during a celebration..."

Mike's eyes widened briefly before he pushed himself dramatically away from his boss. "Sir, are you coming on to me? Why, I might have to take up sexual harassment charges."

Harvey laughed, straightening himself further when the nurse came in.

"Alright, Mr. Specter. You're almost good to go. We're just going to finish up some paperwork and then you're all good."

"My life can go back to normal now?" He asked in his most charming voice.

The nurse blushed, obviously being controlled by her suddenly raging hormones. Harvey was good... "Yes, just remember to take it easy."

"I can do everything normally then? So long as I take it easy, I mean."

"Yes sir, everything normally so long as you take it easy." He stared at her, and her blush deepened. "Yes, that too." She hurried from the room.

Harvey laughed and then winked, furthering the joke.

Mike groaned. He wasn't sure if it was the joke that bothered him, or that it was a joke. Or maybe it was the thought of Harvey going and grabbing the first hot mess he found and celebrating being alive with her. "Harvey, promise me you'll take it easy."

Harvey laughed again, "I'm not going to promise you that, Mike," and then with considerable amounts of entertainment on his part, grabbed Mike's face and planted an impressive theatrical kiss on his cheek.

Mike looked down, trying to hide both his blush and disappointment. "I'm serious. I don't want to lose you."

He rolled his eyes. "I don't know how I ever put up with your puppy dog personality." He teased in a faux serious voice.

The younger man looked away. "Me either." Harvey didn't respond, he had no idea where that was coming from. "I know this is mostly my fault."

"Mike?" He warned, not liking where this was heading.

"Maybe not all of it, but we were fighting and I... forget it. Just know how sorry I am."

"You have nothing to be sorry about."

Mike scoffed. "Harvey, maybe you meant it as a joke, but I didn't. I cause nothing but stress in your life. My existence is holding the threat of a life in prison over your head, we're in way over our heads, and the snowball just keeps getting bigger and bigger." His voice grew louder and faster as he went on. "I know I wouldn't put up with me. You're a saint. I don't know how you did it. Screw that, I don't know why you do it. Fire me now, I can't do it anymore."

"Mike." His voice was low and deadly, causing Mike to flinch back – aware that he was probably about to get fired. Again. "I don't just keep you around for the thrill of it." He stated forcefully, not leaving any room for argument. "You're an amazing lawyer."Mike nodded, aware of how tired the man seemed to become in the past number of minutes. It was the exhaustion talking, not him. "You make me better." Well, he couldn't really refute that anyway. Everyone knew it was true. Except for the fact that Mike made him a criminal on a federal level. "You're my best friend. I love you, Mike." The words hit the associate like a baseball bat, winding him. They hurt to hear, and he wouldn't accept them.

He could feel Harvey's eyes on him though, and he turned to stare right back into his deep pleading eyes. Leaning back, he watched him for any sign of what would happen next. He couldn't read him at all. And that might have been because this was a side of the powerful, cold, angry man that he'd never seen. Harvey bent down gently and placed the softest kiss on Mike's lips, slowly, barely touching. It could have been a butterfly for all Mike knew, but he knew it happened. And with that, Harvey curled back into Mike's side, and took to sleep again – not wanting to face whatever reaction might come until later.

Later came faster than he would have liked.

He woke up alone in the bed, alone in the room in fact. He pushed a pang of hurt to the back of his mind as he stretched himself, looking around. His worry was short lived though when Mike walked back into the room, not seeming surprised to find the man awake.

"These are for you," he said, handing him the bag of clothes. "Ray's waiting outside, paperwork's done."

Harvey nodded, getting up to change. Standing there in his hospital garbs, Harvey had never looked weaker. It was a look that Mike could barely stand as he looked away, down to the floor, while his boss accepted that maybe he'd crossed a line, and that Mike couldn't bear to look at him.

"What, are you shy?" He asked as he pulled a pair of jeans on underneath the robe. Mike smiled and shook his head, enough effort to ease Harvey's troubles ever so slightly. Maybe he wasn't mad. He pulled the robe off, and went to reach down to grab the shirt – but it wasn't there. Odd... He looked up, Mike was holding it out to him, eyes watching him closely. "Thanks." He muttered, taking the shirt. Their fingers brushed when he took it, and deciding to test the waters, Harvey let them linger. Mike seemed to turn a deep shade of red, looking down at their hands. Harvey snickered. "You seemed to be fine with it when I was on my death bed."

Mike's eyes snapped up, accusingly. "You weren't on your death bed." He ground out.

Harvey shrugged. "Might as well have been, I was in heaven." He winked, earning another deep blush. Oh, he could have fun with this.

"Just get dressed."

"Why?" He chuckled, walking into Mike's personal space. "Intimidated by my godly form?"

The man stepped up closer, no longer blushing. Challenged. They were nose to nose. "Not at all, I don't find your cocky attitude intimidating in the slightest."

"You love my cocky attitude." Harvey teased. That word again... He took great pride in the reaction he got when he tilted his head down and sucked Mike into a breathtaking kiss. He pulled back after only a few short seconds and smirked, pulling his shirt on. When he finished, he realized that Mike hadn't moved an inch. His eyes stayed wide, mouth slightly parted in mid gasp, and stance rigid. Oops... he broke Mike. Deciding he couldn't make matters worse now, he pushed further. He was alive; he'd might as well act like it. "I know, I'm good." His eyes crinkled when he saw Mike's blush return once more, and acted fast, capturing Mike's lips again and prodding them apart with his tongue. Mike gasped – audibly this time – and jumped back. Not far enough away though, Harvey was still pressing on, lips pushing into Mike's with passionate eagerness – slow and steady, rough and demanding. To say Harvey was taken aback by Mike's arms suddenly around his neck would be an understatement. Harvey barely moved while his mouth was suddenly invaded, and arms were pulling him tightly against his friend. In that moment his heart seemed to flutter to life. Forcefully now, he pushed forward, locking their bodies together and pulling Mike up into him. Try as they might, they couldn't get closer to each other. Gasping for air, they pulled back ever so slightly, to watch each other. Arms still locked in a sealed embrace. They didn't talk. They didn't need to. Everything was being said in some kind of silent conversation. Slowly, Harvey tipped his chin back down to kiss Mike one more time, gently now, no games. Mike kissed him back. The thrill that went through him in that moment was astounding. Sparks were going off in his head and his heart was hammering a million miles per hour. Was he having another heart attack? The lack of pain he was feeling meant no. No, he was just happy than he ever thought possible. He supposed he should have seen this coming. From all the little things he'd chosen to ignore in the years that Mike had been beside him, really left no room for any other outcome. It was inevitable that they would end up here. Maybe it could have happened without the smell of sterilization and illness though...

"Let's go," he said, nipping his lower lip lightly before taking his arm. Mike was for all intents and purposes comatose, as he followed the older man through the halls. When he finally collected his bearings, he pulled his arm through the link more tightly, and grabbed on with his other hand, refusing to let go – and Harvey didn't mind one bit.